In preparation for next week’s dates (the Triathlete on Saturday and a charming sailing-enthusiast on Wednesday) I was flipping through the Technique and this line caught my eye: “Let your relations with men leave memories of seething fury and hatred rather than embarrassment.” It got me thinking about my past, er, relations with men and [...]

Look what best friend found! A flapper’s dictionary! It’s pretty much the best thing ever. In order to fully immerse myself in the 1920s mentality, I’m going to try to work at least one of these words into conversation every day. It’ll be like that time I tried to start a comeback for the phrase [...]

No date to report on, I’m afraid – Triathlete couldn’t make Sunday in the end (there was mention of a business trip to Geneva Monday morning but I suspect he was just unhappy about having been allocated such a poor day of the week) so now we’ve rescheduled for next Saturday. I’m trying to work [...]

Tuesday night I decided to pick a fight with the Triathlete. Well, not a fight as such, but I did decide he needed a bit of a slap with a kid leather glove or a tumbler of gin tossed in his face or whatever it was that women did to show their displeasure in the 1920s. Bust [...]

I’ve decided to switch dating websites as the one I was using had been filling me with increasing and near-constant anxiety. Every morning I approached my hotmail account with heavy dread, steeling myself for whatever fresh hell awaited me. Don’t get me wrong – I scored a few dates off of it and there were definitely some attractive [...]

Friday night, despite suffering from a monstrous hangover from the night before, I went to a cheesy bar in Shoreditch with my flatmate, her eighteen year old sister and sister’s two friends. Aforementioned sister and company had pulled out the full arsenal (heels, dresses, mobiles tucked in cleavage) and looked amazing. I, on the other [...]

First things first: I received a text message last night from the Photographer saying he’d had a good time (!) and asking if I wanted to go out again (!?!) How is this possible? I’m flummoxed but fascinated… though not enough to agree to another date. So. Last weekend I had coffee in the park [...]

Okay, so I had my first date following the Technique. I wore a pair of silver shoes and some red lipstick to help me channel Scarlett. Unfortunately, the date itself was a bit of a dud. We met at the tube station and walked to a nearby pub. By the time the bartender had finished [...]

I had quite the revelatory weekend. But first, the next book: The Technique of the Love Affair: by a Gentlewoman was first written in 1928. It caused quite a stir at the time, with Dorothy Parker (beloved wit, glorious alcoholic and devoted divorcee) saying that if she had read the book earlier in life she [...]

I’m back! Sorry, was hoping I’d be able to write a bit whilst away but I had my parents over from the States and have spent the past 8 days shepherding them around England and drinking heavily on my own in hotel rooms. So, first things first. It’s the end of Rules tyranny! A review [...]